It is a beautiful evening. Calm slight breeze, clear sky, quiet. One could call it a perfect night. But those denizens of the University Archaeology Department would have no idea about this. Because they have been down there, slaving away for countess hours. With finals coming and professors working there students to the bone, there is not time to go outside and smell the crisp air.
And off to the side, in the far back, is a private room, the door is closed. There sits a beautiful Irish born woman. Studying some work intently... and waiting for one Mister Max Heinz to arrive.
On the floor next to her sits a on wheeled briefcase.


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